The Eskimos have perhaps 60 words in their language for the
word snow. They would no doubt feel very cramped with just our
one word, for it would fail to adequately describe the various
manifestations of snow so important to them. Our language
similarly tries to cram many meanings into the word love.

Love (infatuation): this is the stuff of "falling in love,"
living in a rosy magical glow, etc. My beloved has no faults and
is perfect in almost every respect. We shall live happily ever
after. This is typically a state of denial, overlooking many
things all too obvious to many of those around me. This type of
love does not last, though many wish it would. Many keep
pursuing this type of love for years without realizing that it
must fail because it is not reality.